The Good Girl's Revenge novel Chapter 338

Nora's face was expressionless, and no one would tell what she was thinking through her dark and deep eyes..

Sheldon was so angry that he could not hold back his anger and his previous elegant and gentle cover was removed instantly.

"Shut up, all of you."

He glared at Nora, his eyes full of rage, and pointed at her, "Nora, are you sure that little bastard is your son? He's a little liar. He's talking nonsense just now. Don't be fooled by his innocent face."

However, his behavior only made people feel that he was crazy and unreasonable to scold even a child.

Easton was Nora's weakness. For anyone who dared to touch her son, regardless of who that person was, she would change from a weak sheep to a fierce wolf in a moment.

Nora looked at him expressionlessly, "Sheldon, you can humiliate me, but you can't do that to my son. Nobody can. Calm down yourself. We don't need to meet in a short time."

As she spoke, she was ready to leave with her son.

Easton immediately picked up the two bags and was led out by his mother. When he was about to leave, he couldn't help but look back at Sheldon.

As expected, Sheldon met his eyes, and Easton's mouth slightly raised a small arc and gave him a smug smile.

This time, Sheldon was furious to death. This little bastard really did it on purpose. How hateful he was.

He looked at the people around him fiercely, "Get out of my way."

When the leading actors were gone, the audience naturally dispersed, but everyone gave him a disdainful glance, which almost drove him crazy again.

He picked up his coat and was about to leave with a gloomy face. The waiter hurried over with a list in his hand.

"Sir, you haven't paid the bill yet."

He froze and looked at the two fresh meals on the table behind him. His face darkened again, but it was no big deal. The next second, the waiter's words made him stare in disbelief.

"What did you just say?"

The waiter repeated, "Sir, you spent a total of nineteen hundred and thirty-three thousand dollars on this table."

Sheldon's face instantly turned glum and glared at the waiter. His tone was vicious and he sneered, "How did you do your work? Are you blind? The two packages on the table, you dare to tell me the cost is nineteen hundred and thirty-three thousand?"

The waiter was scolded inexplicably, and he felt angry. He looked at Sheldon expressionless, "Sir, the steak you ordered is 1,800, and the children's package is 1,200."

He was in an extremely bad mood at the moment, and he was not an easy person to deal with, "So, it's just three thousand dollars. Where does the extra 190,000 dollars come from? Good job, ask your manager for me."

The waiter's face remained calm. He paused for a few seconds and continued, "Sir, there are taken-away five bottles of red wine."

Sheldon froze and suddenly thought of what Easton, the little bastard, said before. Something that tasted like grape juice?

Now it looked like it was not juice, but red wine?

But even if it was red wine, his face was still furious, "What red wine costs nearly two hundred thousand?"

The waiter didn't want to explain anymore, so he handed him the list. Sheldon looked at the list and his face turned angry. The list read, "Lafite from the 1980s. It costs 38,000 for one bottle and 190,000 for five."